C64

"I say, miss, let's go home. It's already so late, if the master discovers us later, we'll be in trouble." Qing Yi, who was behind him, held up an oil-paper umbrella as she said with a troubled expression.

Recalling the way the old master looked when he was infuriated, he trembled uncontrollably.

"Aiya! Are you annoyed? If you don't shut up, I'll stitch your mouth shut. "

Qing Yi